sábado, 20 de octubre de 2007

One pill makes you largerAnd one pill makes you smallAnd the ones that mother gives youDon't do anything at allGo ask Alice, when she's ten feet tallAnd if you go chasing rabbitsAnd you know you're going to fallTell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillarHas given you the callAnd call Alice, when she was just smallWhen the men on the chessboard get upAnd tell you where to goAnd you've just had some kind of mushroomAnd your mind is moving lowGo ask Alice,I think she'll knowWhen logic and proportion have fallen sloppy deadAnd the white knight is talking backwardsAnd the red queen's off with her headRemember what the dormouse saidFeed your headFeed your head